Poetry

Fire and Ice

Fire and Ice

You and I, in the middle of Life,
Walking on the Edge of Knife,
We Scold, We Fight.
In the End, We Make Up for it,
Just about Right.

You fill Up the Blanks that I Leave,
I fill Up your Void.
What I could Mess Up on my Own,
You help me Avoid.

When You happen to be Fire,
I Transform into Ice.
When it’s my Time to Burn,
You Melt me, Likewise.


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